AS SISTERS
WE DANCE
WE SING
WE PRAY
WE LISTEN
WE SHARE
WEAVING BRAIDS OF WISDOM
ONCE A MONTH WE COME TO-GATHER CREATING AND HOLDING A WEB OF LIGHT SHOWERING EACH OTHER WITH THE POWER OF SISTERHOOD.
THESE 2 HOUR GATHERINGS ARE DESIGNED FOR WOMEN TO SHARE AND LISTEN, TO SUPPORT AND BE SUPPORTED, TO TRANSFORM AND TRANSMUTE, TO TEACH AND TO LEARN, TO EVOLVE WITH OTHER SISTERS WHILE ESTABLISHING A NEW EARTH PARADIGM WITH ANCIENT WISDOM.
WE EXPLORE OUR INNER LANDSCAPES, THE ARCHETYPES WITHIN, OUR CREATIVE EXPRESSION AND OTHER ASPECTS OF BEING A WOMAN THROUGH DANCE, EMBODIMENT AND SELF CARE PRACTICES.
IN THE CIRCLE WE MEET OUR SISTERS AS OUR EQUAL AND WELCOME EVERY HER FOR WHO SHE IS.
DANCE DREAM
Before you start reading:
Take some time to become quiet.
Tune in to your body.
Breathe a few minutes in and out, with eyes closed or open.
Let the breath expand and contract while bringing your awareness to softening your belly.
Sighing softly on the out breath can help you to relax.
Breathe in as you breathe in Life, breathe out with a sigh and release.
Breathe the natural rhythm of your breath like the rhythm of the waves arriving on the beach.
Then, tune into you heart and smile inward.
Let your focus be soft and gentle, tune into what is always with you,
Tune in to what is always there,
And read from a space of connection and presence
She saw herself standing around a fire in an open space in the woods surrounded by tall high trees during a windy, dark night under the light of a full moon.
The shadows of the swaying trees were dancing their dance in the white moonlight night. They had been standing there long before she was born.
The rustling of branches and leaves and other evening sounds were filling the silence of the cool night and touched the warmth in her heart.
The soft caresses of the wind on her sun tanned skin were playing with her loose hair and her long wide dress. It encouraged the Life in her to start moving while her heart was gently touched by the lively sensations of nature and wind surrounding her.
Soon she would follow the trees.
How could she not.
It was stronger than herself.
She felt one with life around her and the fire inside her.
And every body in the circle could feel the connection in this moment,
the air was full of it and flowing through the veins of all.
A loving quietness settled in this open space between the trees, the known and unknown bodies.
In this moment nothing else but this existed.
Personal worlds turned vague and worries vanished.
There was only here and now.
The preparations continued in an unspoken natural order and every woman contributed spontaneously
to the building of the fire in the middle of this sacred space.
The musicians warmed their hands and their instruments while she brought her fire to life.
She smiled.
The way the fire starts, with a small spark, that is how her soul search started.
She remembered the gratitude she felt in the moment she received a glimpse
of the warm essence of her individual inner spark.
From that second onward, the memory of that feeling never left her. It motivated her day in day out to continue awakening her own inner Fire.
She circled around the sacred fire.
Some slow. Some fast. Some intense.
Faster and faster.
Musical mystical rhythms intertwined with her body and melted away the borders between her and the surroundings.
She circled into complete surrender and emptiness.
Everybody’s eyes were closed, united in nothing, yet in everything.
The beats of the drum became louder,
the wind twirled around her,
she around the fire and everyone else.
The warmth and the glow inside her became stronger and stronger until
she felt inside her the power of the high trees catching winds up in the sky
and their roots deep in the earth taking in the watery juices of life.
Equally solid and soft.
Her movements now refined and precise,
then untamed and wild.
Her feet stamping to get to know her earth,
then floating and softly returning to peace in her belly.
Her long hair and wide dress flowing with the inner rhythms of her body.
Her eyes closed, Her expresion serene and calm.
Passion founds its way like sweat running down her nakedness until
She became the fire herself and tasted
Her.
